Serious people who eat official match[Quick Transmigration]

Chapter 78

Zhou Nan's first reaction was that Grind was asking questions knowingly in order to show affection. He rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Whistle, whistle, whistle, okay! What's so good about bullying me that I don't have a boyfriend?"

whistle?

Lin Litian was taken aback.

The hand that grasped the shoulder strap of the backpack was loosened, and he turned his head to look at the person who was still being interviewed in the interview area.

Not far away, Song Yan held up a microphone and answered questions meticulously in front of the camera.

The lights in the competition arena were turned on very darkly. He was wearing a black team uniform of LND. He wore headphones for a long time and was a little messy. He frowned slightly when he spoke. He looked like a thin-boned but resilient juvenile.

The reporter said that he would appear unapproachable on camera like this, and asked him to relax.

It was okay at first, but within 2 minutes it returned to its original state.

It took Lin Litian a long time to find his voice and look away, his eyes dimmed, "Song Yan told you?"

Seeing that his appearance did not seem to be fake, Zhou Nan couldn't figure out what was going on between the two of them, so he hummed first, and then said slowly: "No way, you can forget everything Song Yan has memorized for so long? God Grind, you ...that's not very kind."

I wanted to call him a scumbag, but the continental competition is only halfway through, so it's better not to recruit Yan Luo to 6Star.

Lin Litian's thoughts began to drift away.

He thought of the last world, the first night when the program team went to Yunhe, in the dark and dreary room, Song Yan asked him in a very soft voice if he remembered who he gave the whistle to.

He originally thought it was just a meaningless topic, but Song Yan became interested for a while, and asked about it when he had nothing to do.

Just like, he never took that whistle to heart at the beginning, and he didn't remember the boy's face clearly.

At that time, he dreamed of the boy in the white and red jersey on the basketball court.

It turned out to be Song Yan.

He smiled wryly, a dense pain welled up in his heart, and his voice was a little distorted, "I forgot."

Forgot that he and Song Yan had a chance to meet at that time.

Zhou Nan was puzzled, "What?"

The reporter who interviewed Song Yan was forced to talk nonsense and asked questions for more than half an hour but refused to let him go.

Song Yan was very well-behaved at the beginning, answering every question, but after a long time, seeing Lin Litian waiting for him on the sidelines, and even Zhou Nan who was chatting with him had left, he couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

Just now, he caught a glimpse of the reporter who had only asked half of the questions he had prepared, and he didn't know that the year of the monkey would be over until the interview was over.

The pace of his interviews was slow, taking a few seconds of mental consideration before answering each question.

The situation of the team this year is special. Not only are many trolls not optimistic about LND, but even many sponsors have begun to doubt the commercial value of LND.

During the Spring Split, LND has already left an old player. In just one year, if the news of Lao Pi’s retirement is revealed in advance, it will undoubtedly tell others that the team will undergo a major change. Sponsors and fans must have great confidence in LND discount.

Sure enough, the reporter started his routine, "I heard that LND will adjust its personnel this year. Many fans and viewers have a lot of speculation about it. I don't know if this rumor is true or not?"

Song Yan: "All personnel adjustments in the team are based on the tactical layout of the game. There is nothing to guess, just look at our results."

The reporter didn't expect him to answer the question so arrogantly at such a young age, so he changed the way of asking: "Speaking of tactics, I rarely saw you play after a break in the first few games. Is this because of your team or is there some force majeure factor? cause?"

Song Yan was a little tired, answering these roundabout questions was more tiring than playing ten games.

He put it another way to prevaricate.

The reporter's questions became more and more outrageous, and they were short of asking bluntly if the old, weak, sick and disabled LND was about to retire. When he was about to ask the next question, Song Yan interrupted him, "Come here first, our team has more train."

After speaking, Song Yan put the microphone back in his hand, turned and left the interview area.

"Hey!" The reporter held up the microphone and chased after him for two steps, and said in a low voice, "A newcomer, what kind of attitude!"

Song Yan stopped in front of Lin Litian, pulled Lin Litian's hand, "Let's go."

Lin Litian looked down into his eyes.

The surrounding environment is dark, which makes the eyes look like glowing glass.

Lin Litian smiled, "Is it over?"

"The compulsion is over."

Lin Litian nodded, but had no intention of leaving.

Song Yan straightened up without knowing it, and asked in a soft voice: "What's wrong?"

Lin Litian didn't make a sound, stood on the spot, looked at him without blinking, but the focus of his eyes didn't fall on him, but fell on other scenes through him.

After a long time, Lin Litian rubbed his head, took the peripheral bag off his shoulder and held it in his hand.

"It's nothing."

Weird.

Song Yan felt that his mood was not normal, but he couldn't tell what was wrong, so he walked two steps faster to catch up with the person in front, and walked to the backstage side by side with him.

After three consecutive days of competition, all teams ushered in a three-day rest day.

Speaking of rest, I dare not fall behind in training and training games.

The strong teams in the same competition area are all participating in the intercontinental competition. LND's three-day training match can only meet some strong teams from the North American and European competition areas.

Because of the time difference, it can only be arranged in the evening.

In the morning, everyone trained just like they did at the base.

The intensity was even worse than the three days of the competition.

After the training match that night, Zhang Ji called everyone to his room for a replay.

The screen is being placed on biubiu's high point where biubiu is in a good position to set up the gun. As a result, a shuttle hits the tree trunk next to the enemy, and the position is exposed to be taken away by the enemy's counterattack.

Zhang Ji paused the video at the moment when biubiu was knocked down, and whipped the corpse in public, "biubiu, your gun stinks, or is this tree stump digging your ancestral grave??? You and it must die together, right??? "

biubiu: "..."

Coach, you can accumulate some virtue in your mouth.

Zhang Jicai said no, "I'll sprinkle some rice on the keyboard..."

"Chicken is better than me, I know." Biubiu gave up on himself, his expression painful, "Coach, I have had nothing but training in my life for almost a month, let alone shooting, my brain is dull, I watched This game interface makes me a little disgusted."

Zhang Ji: "I think your marksmanship is even more disgusting!"

"..." biubiu wished he could stage a wave of slapstick and rolling on the spot, "Sitting in front of the computer every day, people are going to be useless. I don't care! I can't fight anymore! Buy a chicken and fight for me!"

As he said that, he really wanted to roll to the ground, but when he saw that no one was stopping him, he sat back on the sofa in desperation, protesting silently.

Zhang Ji scanned the other people around, and saw that everyone's faces were hard to hide the tiredness. After weighing it for a while, he also felt that the recent training arrangement was not very human, so he compromised: "Okay, I will tell you Brother Yu, look Can I give you half a day off tomorrow so that you can take a rest."

Biubiu was overjoyed, "Really?!"

Zhang Ji said with a dark face, "Fake, I was full and had nothing to do, so I fooled you."

biubiu: "..."

After the replay ended, Zhang Ji told Yu Shao about this matter. Yu Shao never interfered with the team's training arrangements. Zhang Ji said so, and he naturally agreed.

The next day he sent a car to pick up everyone in LND at the entrance of the hotel, and set off to an unknown destination.

River yawned and asked the co-pilot, "Brother Yu, where are we going?"

Yu Shao turned around and grinned at the drowsy people in the car, and said, "I've booked a basketball court for you to exercise."

The sleepy people in the car were scared away by his words, Xiao Bo stared wide-eyed, "Isn't it a holiday? This is a mandatory group price..."

Lao Pi also said: "No, I have planned everything, and I will just stay in bed for the extra half day."

Lin Litian dozed off with his head down, listening to the noisy people coming and going next to him, and pressed the earphones in his ears to block the sound from the outside world.

The car was fully air-conditioned, and he was covered with a coat.

Under the coat, in a dark place where no one could see, he held Song Yan's hand in his palm, playing with his slender fingers.

Song Yan, who was sitting next to him, didn't catch up on his sleep. He went to bed early yesterday, which would refresh his spirit.

Lin Litian pinched his hand with moderate strength, which made him itchy, and he curled his fingers, trying to resist the irritating itch.

Lin Litian opened his eyes and raised his eyelids to look over, thinking he was hiding, "What's wrong?"

Song Yan's eyeballs turned half a circle lightly, and seeing that no one noticed this side, he lowered his voice and said truthfully: "Itchy."

Lin Litian laughed, closed his eyes again, stopped the movement of his hands, took his hand and didn't touch him again.

On the other side, after listening to one person's complaints, Yu Shao's brain was buzzing, and he said directly: "It's half a day off, you fell asleep, what's the difference from not letting it go? Anyway, I've booked the venue, so you just go there Then I have to spend time playing with the ball until the end of time!"

After 10 minutes, the car finally stopped at the destination.

Yu Shaobao's basketball court is outside, and the euphemistic name is to let them absorb the essence of the world.

A group of people were still unhappy when they were in the car, but when they got to the field, they were eager to try.

Biubiu jumped up and made a shooting posture, "It's been a long time since I touched the ball. Back then, I was also a father on the court."

Lao Pi threw the ball over and laughed, "Just you? A grandson is about the same."

The two began to practice while choking. Xiaobo and River looked at each other and joined in.

However, most people who sit in front of the computer for a long time are not very strong. After playing for a while, they yelled that they couldn't do it anymore, and crawled to the side of the court refusing to get up.

Biubiu panted heavily, "It's not necessary, captain, just exercise, your shot is a three-pointer, who will show off!"

Xiaobo waved his hand, "I can't do it either."

Lao Pi, who left the game early due to a hand injury, is now watching a good show in the shade, "I'm still a father, you played with elementary school students back then."

As soon as Lin Litian got the feeling, he took two shots of the ball, caught it and threw it at Biubiu, "I haven't taken off my coat yet, are you all in vain?"

Biubiu caught the ball in embarrassment, and threw it to Song Yan on the court, "You fight Song Yan, he rattles and rattles, wow, he is indeed a young man."

Song Yan held the ball with one hand, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of the other hand.

Lao Pi scowled, "Yes! You two come to solo, rookie king and god of war, let's see who wins who."

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The author has something to say:

感谢在2022-06-0123:49:03~2022-06-0423:56:14期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thank you to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Qiyue and the prairie with a pot cover on the head;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!